I'm looking for Neal Bowers' "Driving Lessons"; does it appear anywhere on the web?
She moves her little lovely catlike tongue
between her moistened secretary lips,
her hands upon the leather-coated wheel,
her eyes upon the sunny street, and starts
to park while slowly slowly rolling back
between two other cars that left some space
for this beginner's parking exercise.
Yes! -- Finally she is tremendously
relieved she didn't hit the curb at all
and drives her hand through blond and longish hair,
an Amazon descended from her horse
and at the mercy of her passenger.
For quite a while the coffee-colored car
stayed parked; perhaps they smoked a cigarette.
really ? that's the one ?
I am not sure. This guy seems to say it is his:
I read Out of the South, but only once, and long ago,
I actually donīt remember it being like that,
but again my memory is no longer ... blablabla
thank you kind folks; this may be a good poem, but it is NOT by Neal Bowers. Of course, I wonder whether Mr. Crispin knows the original, which I'm looking for. So please, keep trying!
well - in case you find a copy of Out of the South, it is in there . . .
I will try to find the poem ( and so will Hugh, I am sure)
I'd appreciate that a lot!